It's not spectacular but it's too rich for me or my friend. Pretty soon it's insanely crowded. You've got some party lights, neon and spinning, but it's mostly pretty dark. You can't dance without constantly rubbing against bodies, and the volume is cranked. I felt hands on my hips and stomach every now and then, a pelvis and hard cock grinding against my ass. And then it's like seven minutes to midnight. There's a flat screen TV with the Times Square ball on it and the count down is starting, the music is cranked and the party lights are spinning.
Pretty soon we're all looking up at the flat screen. I'm at the drink table. I'm swinging my lips and I'm feeling somebody's hands on my hips again and I don't mind. The room is getting louder. The hands behind me are getting a little frisky, slipping a finger down the crack of my ass and almost to my pussy. Then a hand has reached around me, palms my stomach and then my breasts like he's checking to see if I'm ready for breeding. I don't mind because I'm dancing, I'm buzzed, I haven't had sex in a month, I'm horny, and this is kind of fun and flirty, so I arch my back, spread my legs just a little, and wag my ass like I was presenting my pussy.
At six minutes that all changes.
All of a sudden two fingers are moving in and out of my mouth. His other hand is yanking my stockings to my knees. I'm trying to pull his hand out of my mouth, and when I do he yanks my head back, one hand in my hair and the other still pumping in and out of my mouth. Nobody notices because it's loud as fuck, because everybody's bouncing up and down to the same rhythm, and because everybody's still looking up at that giant TV. I try to kick and squirm but those two fingers move to the back of my throat. This totally works on bad Susie. She kicks and squirms a little more, then her eyes roll and she begins to moan, lick and suck like a good girl. When her tits are rolled and pinched, she arches and pants through her nose. She lifts her pussy behind her because a girl can't fight millions of years of evolution.
She's going to get bred.
I can smell the Jersey Lightning on his breath. I can feel his stubble behind my ear. Then my eyelids go heavy when I feel what I've felt a hundred times before, a cock entering me from behind, taking control of me, shaping my spine to its own shape. The lips to my uterus obediently parted. They always do. Bad Susie spread her legs and arched like a drawn bow. Bad Susie submissively sucked on his fingers when the mouth of his cock kissed the mouth of her cervix. Now she'll be good. There's always something about being taken from behind that trigger's bad Susie's uterus. Let me put it this way, all I knew was that something was inside me that was always meant to be there, and when the fucking began, that empty need in my uterus was obediently answering each thrust with a 'Yes!' and 'Yes!' and 'Do it!' and 'Just do it! Take it! It's yours!'
Next his fingers are out of my mouth and he's holding my chin, face forward. The fucking from behind doesn't stop. I'm moaning, but who is noticing? We're two minutes away from the ball drop. At one minute away he lets go of my chin. He yanks my head back by the hair and bends me over the drink table. He kicks my legs further apart, pushes at the small of my back and makes sure my pussy is ready to be filled. There is going to be nothing between that first spurt and the mouth of my womb.
